Monday, March 2020
These dreams are strongly infused with the usual somewhat fear and uncertainty that comes with an international pandemic namely COVID 19 coronavirus.
I was in a hair salon. Oriental, it seemed Vietnamese. Crowded, some people were sitting on a couch, some were crowded mingling. Then the couch folded up. Social distancing. People left through a back room which door is now open. Then on the floor I see a baby in diapers crawling on the floor. I sense it is my future child as I heard of these things before. Then lady sitting at the back of the hair salon at a mirror is holding the baby. High symbolism. I have to get through this and at the back of the room symbolizing the future and a later part of my life near the end, I might have a child. I saw my future child in a dream!
The floral pattern on the couch is a symbol of motherhood.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Snippets and jumbles. What I do remember is all of a sudden having arrived, teleported from Dawson Creek to where I Was at a doorway in the downtown Eastside of Vancouver. Northeast corner of Hastings and Columbia, the Sunrise Hotel. Lots of mess and debris at this doorway.
I then go to the Library. As I am sitting at some tables reading a book, two librarians call me over. It seems I am not allowed at that Library as they have a grudge against me from ten years ago. This is strange because I visited the Vancouver Library years ago and they had no problem with me. I leave the Library through a front doors. Then going to the right, I see a hill. I jump down and meditation cross legged, I fly, not fall down that hill.
I then return to that Library to ask why they would have a grudge against me from years ago. I then see two very familiar looking old lady librarians who have a slight bouffant style of hairdo, grey haired old ladies. Miss Kelly and old April. Then I see John Ferguson, a chief security guard. He has light brown hair, not even one grey hair, curly, short hair and he is wearing a light grey fleece jacket. He uses his right hand to grab me under the left elbow and pulled me slightly towards him, I guess my arm must have been up. That's a security guard move! If he's a chief security guard, he must be protecting me.
John Ferguson is a rockin' guy. He plays guitar well and is in a band called The Rockin' Guys.
Friday, April 10, 2020
Afternoon nap. Good Friday. The current Pope enters a room and kisses a man on both cheeks. But at first when the lips of two people, initially formed a kissing gourami form as they leaned in to the gesture. At first it looked like it was going to be lurid. But it wasn't. Just that European gesture of the air kisses on either cheek of the face. There was a crowd of people lined shoulder to shoulder quite a few rows deep. One of them in the crowd was Dan Akroyd. A voice said, "That's the STAR WARS guy." And in the dream I mistakenly recalled a scene from a STAR WARS movie with Dan Akroyd that didn't happen. Or did it. Has Dan Akroyd acted in a SW movie? Either in a cameo appearance or in a costume?
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
I hesitate to publish this dream. It could really fuck up my chances of visiting the United States, as if it weren't fucked up y'all, already.
On the street there is a car with some people on the street to my left. Some people are in the car. I told them I sold a bit of drugs before.
Then in a room, on the stairs was an American agent wearing a blue polo shirt and there was an RCMP Officer in the room. The American agent asked why I told those people I sold drugs and did I sell drugs before. I told him that I never sold drugs before. He then said you can't tell people that if you didn't do it. He wasn't angry at all, he was very gently explaining this. The other cop said they were going to talk to me about it some more after.
Then teleport to my girlfriend Heather. I sit with her at a table. I told her what happened. I said, they couldn't charge me without evidence. I started panicking. Then an RCMP Officer, same as the one before but now I recognize him as the somewhat fat RCMP Officer who is on the News all the time in Kelowna, fat, grey-blonde hair and with the distinct mustache he was all of a sudden standing behind me, his head leaning over me! I walk with him immediately. I thought that he was standing over me just like a King would. As I walk, I intensely regret having walked away from my girlfriend without saying farewell, being all caught up in the moment. I'm bad for that. I really am!
Then I go to some other place. I see a mean Japanese girl. I then go to a lady sitting on some stairs in a hallway. I tell her that a Japanese lady I met was mean to me, all of a sudden remembering that the lady I'm talking to sitting on the stairs is also Japanese. I see the mean girl again as I am walking down a hall. She yells to someone who is unseen, behind a door in a room. Maybe she's he?long to him to get me jealous. I turn and see some stairs going up. Stairs going up is a universal symbol of future success.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
I saw US President Donald Trump. He was sitting in a fancy chair. His left side was facing me. He wore light colored slacks, his left leg outstretched and resting on an ottoman. He was wearing the classic dark blue blazer of American Presidents. He is a large man in stature. I sat there looking, studying the vibes of an American President. I don't care if you believe me. I don't know if I believe it myself. Unfortunately there is no person or technology to confirm this. Not that I know of.
Thursday April 30, 2020
A hypnagogic specific vision of a Special lady driving away in a car and I am surprised to see these long translucent pins emerging from the car and going into my body pulling me along.
Friday, May 1, 2020
Snippets of a longer dream not fully remembered. I was in a small town again, a town smaller than Dawson Creek with mostly Native people. I was led then shown into a bedroom, a Native guy, young 20s led me there. When I arrived at the room, a Native lady was already there.
Then very vivid, in a hallway, people waiting, a second later PM Justin Trudeau turns right, round the corner and is walking away fast. I am thinking quickly, I met him before, I would be amiss if I didn't say hello to him at least. I yelled, "Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, hi!" He turns his head around quickly and says "Hi!" I yell again, "Prime Minister Trudeau, it's great to see you!" He turns once more before turning left into a set of doors, mostly glass with a distinct steel frame, he says, turning his head around quickly, speaking to all of us in the crowd and smiling, "Don't worry, you'll get paid." referring to pandemic relief specifically. He has dark stubble and was wearing a dark trench coat.
The Prime Minister was quick but he was on ghost protocol. He realized that I was in a dream and as such, the window of time was small, very small. Non-verbally he was saying, Not much time! Got to go quickly! That's classic and I've seen that lots of times. Usually it's very important figures namely angels and royalty who distinctly make that sentiment known as a subtext to the other things they are doing at the time.
Then I was in Vancouver again. Beneath Stadium Skytrain station, walking on the road was a Librarian. Young, cute, friendly. I followed her to the Library and again was told that they had an issue with me. This part of the dream is very strange. Maybe it's that I have an issue with them. Libraries are vectors for mooching and are dry, clinical, subdued places. They have the archetype of geek, nerd, non athletic versus the archetype of some who never goes to the Library, swashbuckling, athletic, into martial arts and dancing. Dancing has a force of its own and will magically lead you into good places and out of bad places when you realize the ever greater contrast between dancing you and non dancing them. I just danced my way out of the Library and never went back. The Library is a place that adults who haven't fully thought things through go to. It's a place that's a vector for freeloading and advances some weird moochy opportunist agenda for bottom feeders to constantly scavenge for free things. I'm just one non important person. Why would it be an issue with them if I go there or not? Who would I be to them? Who would they be to me? Tens of thousands of people a year already go to Libraries. One more, one less, what's the difference? It's not like I'm legally required to go there. In reality, librarians don't care if I go there or not. Realistically, even if I died, they wouldn't care. It's one less set of extraneous personalities to make yourself known to. Immediately there's the class comparison, it's "We're the middle class landed gentry with the government unionized job while he's the welfare cheat and deadbeat, scum and bum." Who needs that? I'd rather be dead than to go to a Library ever again.
Saturday, June 7, 2020
Part of a longer dream. Sunny day. I was walking around a house that I'd spent some time in throughout the dream. Looking in the back kitchen window, I see a Police Officer sitting at a table. I go into the house looking for a white iPod that I would need. I go into a bedroom where the door of that bedroom is slightly open. I look into the kitchen from the gap of the slightly open door and see the Police Officer still sitting at the kitchen table. Then! He walks into the room, I am lying down on the bed, and he sees me. There is the briefest silence. He doesn't ask me any questions. He pulls out a gun and shoots me 3 times. I didn't die, after that I ran around that house for awhile wondering why he shot me. He must have thought I was someone else or else an intruder.
One other thing. Reminds me of a dream I had earlier but never deemed important until now. There was a Princess Leia Star Wars action figure waiting for me in a box next to, to the left of, a park bench where there was a person already sitting there. Spirit guide? Jesus? I've had a few dreams over the years of my objects being in spectral cardboard boxes for me to pick up. What's with that?
April 2020
Scary: I hesitated to talk about this dream. Scared. I was sitting in a hall full of Oriental people all dressed iñ solid color dark brown prison uniforms. Rows of tables like in a school cafeteria. Old wooden tables. I am sitting at one of the tables and look down and see a newspaper and on it was a picture of the old North Korean Leader, the one with the parted hair. Then I noticed someone sitting at one of the other tables, the next table in front of me. He was looking right at me! From what I learned, N Korea is very scary.
June 2020
Two separate hypnagogic dreams, visions. One is scary so I hesitated but it was a definite teaching moment and I was left with a take away. In chronological order,
The first one is me spinning my right hand clockwise as I'm holding a small piece of metal like a nail, or a thick metallic pin, a couple times to build momentum and then in a connected movement, thrust forward. The spinning around with the building of momentum allows you to strike even harder than without it. It was in a machine factory full of industrial machines. The scary part is that the World War 2 guy was there. Now there's only one person whom I'd refer to as the WW2 guy and that's the World War 2 guy. He was wearing a brown military cap with uniform. Insane but I'll just tell you what I think I saw and know, as the Police would encourage. The street knows that I'm telling what I think I saw. Germans are very mechanical knowledge people. They know of machines and the forces behind them. Momentum is important.
I think that dreams of the WW2 guy is quite common in Europe. Today, I saw a German lady I know of. She was wearing white. That's a reassuring presence. That's because I talked about this dream for the first time out loud last night. Then signs occur. I saw an app advertisement, it said 'Fear The Living'. Like with a lot of those who died, I wonder if World War 2 guy as his penance is to enter people's thoughts and dreams and convince them to do good or to be good. I'll draw and include a picture of this.
The second dream is an innocuous geometric dream. A transparent come with layers of silver metal bits lined horizontally within. The bits of metal closest to the center are the most important, farther away is the 2nd most important then 3rd most important. Then there is an orange layer meaning innocuous excess, like an exhaust pipe, but still there on the machine. With machines there is that one part that if you take out, the machine won't run. Other parts if you take it out, the machine will still run, for eg a car will still run on 3 out of 4 cylinders. Not well, but it will get you to the mechanic shop.
This is correlative with the Japanese concept of kan ban. Even with large orders, different parts are separated according to importance and placed in open compartments all lined up in a row. *Source: YouTube, Scotty Kilmer: Toyota Just Changed The World
